Page 4 of 10,000 Hours With A Rich Menace

From the way all her different men came bringing her lunch, money, and flowers, Cindy was pressure back then, and even now. I bypassed Mandy and her boyfriend going at it again for the third time this week.

“That hoe came into this shop and stared at me the whole time she got her hair done. You not going to convince me that you not fucking her, Raymond!” She hauled off and slapped the hell out of him, while he tried to duck away from her crazy ass.

“I can’t fucking control what a hoe do when she come in this bitch… give me the keys to my fucking car, Mandy. I already had to take a cab to get down here and you playing games.”

Mandy rolled her neck while I hung my jacket up and went to make me some tea to get my creative juices flowing. “Fuck you and those keys. I left them on the train this morning… good luck finding them.” Her lips twitched up in a smirk while Raymond looked like he was about to murder her.

“Bitch, you did what?”

Cindy cleared her throat. “Mandy, take that shit on out my shop. It’s way too early and clients are starting to come in.”

Mandy happily floated past her man who went through eight different emotions at once while she was in complete peace with ruining his. As she and Raymond left the shop, Priscilla walked in at the same time.

Priscilla was as close as I was going to get to a best friend. We met a year and a half ago at a bar, got to talking and we had been locked in ever since. She was the girl who got men to do whatever she wanted. If she wanted her bills paid, she wouldhave them paid by some sucker who just wanted to smell her pussy.

She didn’t work because why would she? If she had men paying her bills, there was no reason to get up and clock into a job that paid less than what she made from them. I watched as she shook off her Burberry trench coat, that cost nearly as much as my portion of my rent. She sat down the coffee she had brought for us to enjoy while she filled me in on her life and I gave her a fill-in.

“Good morning, Stevie!” She smiled, as she bounced her ass down into my chair, and flipped her jet-black hair over her shoulder.

“Morning, Priscilla. I thought you would still be in Jamaica.” I slid back in my chair and gathered all my things to get ready on her nails.

She texted me earlier in the week to reschedule because she was going to be out of town. I never rebooked because I planned to use the two-hour block to sit in my thoughts and figure out how to get my portion of the rent up in three days.

After my mother passed away, I was able to handle the rent with the rest of the insurance money. However, that eventually came and went, and I was stuck having to pay the rent alone. I posted an add on social media for a roommate – dangerous, I know – and I ended up finding a bunch of weirdos that seemed too dangerous to co-exist with just for rent.

It wasn’t until my cousin’s mother died – a curse for sure – that she asked to move in with her daughter. Skyler and Estella were both great, and we were the Golden Girls.

“He canceled our trip because something came up, so I’m here in the cold annoyed.” She rolled her brown eyes, and looked at her nails, that seemed perfect enough to me.

She was a bit dramatic about the weather. It wasn’t cold. I think she just wanted to wear that expensive coat. Then again,if I had the option to be in Jamaica than Brooklyn, New York, I probably would be just as dramatic as Priscilla was being.

“Well, at least you can brave thecoldwith me,” I snickered, and she pinched my arm, and laughed.

“Bitch, you need to get out of town or something… always at work or home. Where’s your life, Stevie? I know you mentioned your mom passed, but damn… she wouldn’t want you to be boring.”

It stung whenever someone spoke about my mother. “Living your life cost money. I’m late on my portion of the rent again.”

“Oh, I can help you out with that.” Priscilla motioned for me to give her my phone and I hesitantly handed it over toward her.

I watched as she went between her phone and then my phone. “Done… sent you thirty thousand dollars. Keep five, and then send me back twenty-five thousand,” she said like it was nothing to send someone thirty-thousand dollars to their account.

I slid from my table and looked at her like she was doing good drugs. “Priscilla, what…where did… what the hell?”

She laughed. “I have a suga daddy who gives me whatever I want, and I just needed to transfer it from this international account to a US account to avoid the pesky fees. You have a credit union account, right?”

“Yeah. My mom added me before she passed,” I looked at my account balance, and then back at Priscilla.”

“Perfect. I have a few more transactions to make, so can I use your account? Of course I’ll make sure to kick you some money, too.”

“Is this even leg?—”

She loudly clapped her hands while looking at her phone. “I have a great idea… let’s go out the country and escape the real world.”

“Um, I would, but I need to save this money.”

She sighed. “I’m inviting you, Stevie… everything paid for, and you don’t have to pay anything. Do you have a passport?”

“Yes.”

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